July 12, 2022

 

"What is happening in the neighborhood, Zso?" I asked my Itty Bitty Baby when she came in and threw herself on the bed next to me. She had spent the late morning at the Watching Chair and I expected an Opalesque Gossip Column of comings and goings and highlights from the "hood," as Opal calls them.

"Nada, Momma," was Zsofia's response. "Not a single thing of note. How about a tummy rub to soothe the itch of my endlessly blowing coat?"